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Post by annanova on Jul 13, 2012 0:20:51 GMT -5
Kyle cupped his lovers face and nuzzled his cheek slightly with his own. "Don't Stan. I know, I know you're excited. I know you want everyone to understand this but a lot of people won't. And you can't force it on them. If they think it's a stupid dare then fuck them. Let them think that. But we sure as hell don't have to prove ourselves to them." He sighed softly, really hoping that Stan wouldn't take this the wrong way. He did love the other and he was proud to be dating him, but he didn't want to end up as one of those gay couples who basically had sex out in public to show to everyone that they could. Obnoxious gays were just as horrible as obnoxious straights in Kyle's mind.
"I love you and you know that. You love me and I know that, isn't this all that matters?" He asked softly. "If we kiss then that's great. If we don't that's great too because to be honest I'm scared shitless to hold your hand in public. Either way this is a big step for us. We don't have to validate anything." With that said Kyle pulled away a bit do he could look into Stan's electric-blue eyes and analyze his reaction. Stan had always been fairly easy for Kyle to read, probably due to their close relationship. But lately - since they started dating - the raven seemed to be more of a mystery than ever. And in a way it was exciting for Kyle to discover the new passionate, loving, and, seductive side of his best friend.
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 13, 2012 0:51:54 GMT -5
"I don't--I don't want to be an activist or something," Stan objected, but there wasn't any heat to it; he was easily diffused, calming down almost instantaneously. "I mean-- it's not like I wanna throw a pride parade in the middle of it; I would've kissed Wendy if I went with her. I don't want to prove anything, I just want everyone to know," he ended quietly. He ducked his head and shifted from Kyle's lap, mumbling an obviously false excuse of his legs cramping, as he realized 'everyone' didn't so much mean everyone at school as it did their families. It was strange; dancing around the issue earlier he'd been, if not uncertain, then cautious about the idea. But now, pushed into excitement about their relationship, he realized just how open he wanted to be with it.
They'd already discussed that, though. If Kyle wasn't ready, he didn't want to push him, or make him feel guilted into it by Stan wanting to. He slid his hand into Kyle's, lacing their fingers together. "What're you scared of?" he asked, looking at their joined hands. There was plenty he could think of even offhand. But it seemed important to know, and, besides, he didn't want to focus on what else he'd said.
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Post by annanova on Jul 13, 2012 22:38:03 GMT -5
Kyle bit the corner of his lip, and looked from their hands to his lovers face. "I'm scared people will hate us. I'm scared that my mom will find out, and she'll be disappointed in me. And that she won't let me be with you. Or that... that she'll talk you out of - out of wanting to be with me." Kyle admitted it softly and ducked his head.
"I mean, I know that we're stronger than that, but I also know my mother and I don't want to leave you. I like where we are. And I know what she's capable of doing if she's upset. She'll either rip us apart or scare you away and I don't want that. At all Stan!" He grabbed the other's hand tighter in his own. "I mean that... I love you too much to risk it. Can you understand me?"
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 13, 2012 23:05:07 GMT -5
"Yeah." Stan rubbed his thumb soothingly over the back of Kyle's hand. "I get it." He sat quietly for a moment. He liked to think Mrs. Broflovski wouldn't do that-- that she was either too sympathetic or too smart to. He thought she liked him after all, and as far as he knew she'd never had a problem accepting Kyle for who he was. If anything he figured a movement to break them up would be headed by their dads. That wasn't exactly better, though, and he reached out with his free hand to tip Kyle's head up and force their eyes to meet. "Even if she made me stop seeing you, we'd sneak over, like we did when we were kids." He smiled. "I'd come over late and hold you while we slept. It'd be okay."
He looked down at their joined hands again. It wasn't to escape Kyle's gaze this time, instead simply another fond glance. "I could go get ready now," he offered loosely, "do you want me to come back over to pick you up, or do you want to meet at the school so your mom doesn't see?"
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Post by annanova on Jul 14, 2012 14:31:09 GMT -5
"Just come here," Kyle smiled and tugged on his hand. "My mom knows we're going together, she just thinks that we are going to go as Super Best Friends. Not Super Best Butt Buddies." He teased and laughed as he playfully squeezed Stan's hand. The other made him feel so much more confident. He should have known that Stan wouldn't leave him for something so stupid. The other loved him much too much. Hell, he used to sneak in when they were only friends and slept in the same bed because Kyle was going through a stressful time or just needed someone by his side.
Deep down he knew Stan would never leave him. "Are you as nervous as I am?" He asked the other softly before he left. "I just hope everything goes well when we go there. Like I hope that no one starts shit, but most of all... I'm just having those fucking girly issues. Like freaking out over my hair and shit," he chuckled softly.
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 14, 2012 19:23:14 GMT -5
Stan shook his head as he scooted to the side of the bed to put on his shoes, which were fortunately close enough that he could still reach behind himself and keep hold of Kyle's hand as he put them on. "I'm only worried about people being assholes," he said. He'd never been very concerned about how he looked. He thought he was good-looking enough--at least average-- and that was enough. His suit was nice and he expected he'd look fine in it.
And as far as his hair went, well, that too was Kyle's worry alone. Stan still had a single perpetual cowlick that was more annoying the shorter his hair was, but even though he'd gotten a haircut for prom he couldn't be concerned about it. But then, he'd never been teased about his looks the way Kyle had been. He'd never had reason to doubt his attractiveness or cause to second-guess where he fit in.
He turned around and cupped the back of Kyle's head, threading his fingers into the boy's hair meaningfully. "You shouldn't worry about that shit. Even if you went like this you'd be the only person worth looking at." He smiled before pulling away.
"Actually...we shouldn't care what people think, either," he said as he stood. "If someone says something it'd probably be Cartman. And it'd be cool to see you kick his ass."
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Post by annanova on Jul 15, 2012 15:29:23 GMT -5
Kyle laughed darkly under his breath. He was a bit of a brute when Cartman bothered him. He'd even broken the other's nose as well as nocking one of his baby teeth out. But in his defense, Cartman deserved every blow.
Kyle couldn't help the fact that he was a bit insecure about his looks. Ever since the list made in elementary school, Kyle had never thought he was handsome. He knew that the list had been tampered with but he still couldn't shake the thought or fear of being that low-listed.
In reality, Kyle wasn't bad looking but he wasn't the kind of handsome Stan was. Stan was the classic jock in every movie where Kyle had a more exotic look. His curls set him apart as well as the fair dusting of freckles along his nose and cheeks. "But thanks Stan, a lot," he smiled.
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 15, 2012 18:28:01 GMT -5
"Yeah, no problem," Stan said. "I'll be back soon." He smiled briefly at the other boy before turning and walking out of the room. He was tempted to run home the minute he closed Kyle's door behind him, but it would've made no difference beyond confusing Kyle's mother; he had time to kill before he returned. Besides, he was equally tempted to drag his feet. No matter what he said or wanted, he was scared of what dancing in public meant for them.
Instead he walked home normally. And when he got there he dressed normally, far earlier than seemed right. He checked the clocks with equal amounts of dread and anticipation as he wandered the house aimlessly as he waited for the time to arrive. Eventually this wound down into an odd kind of restless boredom that allowed him to sit. Or maybe that was brought on by his parents teasing him for being so excitable when--as far as they knew, anyway-- he didn't even have a date.
Finally the time came and suddenly the anxiety flared up fresh in his stomach; worried that he lost something, or forgot something, or that his nervousness about this would make him puke in a way he hadn't in years, or-- "Fuck," he muttered to himself, rubbing between his eyes. He pushed all his concerns aside and made his way back to Kyle's house. This time he didn't head upstairs, waiting by the door with Mrs. Broflovski instead. A new fear came over him that she would recognize it for what it was, that he was waiting to take her son on a date, and he hoped Kyle would hurry before he did something idiotic.
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Post by annanova on Jul 17, 2012 0:33:55 GMT -5
Kyle spent his night ironing his suit, bickering with his mother, swatting away his little brother who insisted on helping him ready himself, and feeling as if he might vomit at any given time. But for some strange reason it wasn't fear anymore, but pure excitement. He couldn't wait to see what the night lead to, and all he could hope was that it would be as magical as what he dreamed of.
He herd the door nock several hours later, and knew he had to hurry. He pinned his yarmulke to his lose curls since his mother had insisted he wear it to such an important event. The green color tastefully matched his suit, which he hadn't thought to correlate to Stan. The black jackets would match, along with the pants so he supposed that would be enough.
He raced down the stairs, shouting up at Ike and cursing him. His mother scolded the redhead, and Kyle simply tried to dart out of the room without seeing Stan. It wasn't that he didn't want to see the other, he just knew that if he did his stomach would fall to his knees and there was no way Sheila wouldn't notice. "Bye Mom!" He yelped, and attempted to dash out the door until his mother grabbed his arm.
"Come on Bube," she pushed him against Stan and brushed a few of her son's loose curls from his face. "Don't be in such a rush," she held up a camera, "this is your only senior prom! You boys have grown up together from the start! We need some pictures to mark the new chapter in your friendship!"
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 17, 2012 9:53:07 GMT -5
Stan smiled tightly as Mrs. Broflovski began snapping pictures. He couldn't honestly say he was opposed to having something like this to remember their night by. He wasn't always a hopeless romantic, but he was fond of little things to look back on and show love. He wanted moments like these to someday look back on and show that he and Kyle were what his own parents weren't: high school sweethearts whose love stayed. In twenty years he wanted to look at these pictures with the same feelings that were welling up in him now.
"You look good," he whispered into Kyle's ear. His voice was filled with so much love and desire that he flushed, worried that Mrs. Broflovski could tell from that alone how he felt for her son. The heat faded almost instantaneously however, and he added teasingly, "I dig the hat." He stood up straighter for Kyle's mom to get a good shot.
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Post by annanova on Jul 17, 2012 11:31:43 GMT -5
"Shut up, Stan," Kyle hissed through a clenched smile, but it was obvious that he was only teasing the other. He loved how they were able to play around like that, it made him think that their decision to enter a romantic relationship didn't hold back their friendship and only provided new ways to show their love.
He bit the inside of his cheek to stop the fit of giggles and blushes that bubbled in the back of his throat when Stan complimented him. For an instant Kyle wanted to ask him if this was his brilliant way of coming out because he hadn't really held back emotion. But then again, that was Stan. He was very much like Kyle in that aspect, they both ran on their emotions.
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 17, 2012 21:55:34 GMT -5
Unfortunately Shelia never did anything half-assed. So by the time they were done taking pictures Stan cheeks ached from smiling and his expression had become weary and bordering on annoyance. Eventually they made it through, however, and he laid a (carefully platonic) hand on Kyle's arm and led them outside to his car.
"Glad we're out of there," he said, grinning, this time sincerely, in spite of his sore face. He stopped before getting into the driver's side and asked, "Are you gonna take that off when we dance?" gesturing to the yarmulke on Kyle's head. He flinched at his question as he said it, hoping Kyle would take it as just that-- a question, and not a suggestion or veiled demand.
Just the same he honestly wouldn't have minded if Kyle did take it off. It wasn't that he was unused to the sight, or disliked it, but if they were making themselves vulnerable to be ripped into for being gay, he didn't want Kyle to be made fun of for how very Jewish he was on top of everything else.
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Post by annanova on Jul 18, 2012 22:49:13 GMT -5
"Fuck you Stan." Kyle grumbled and plopped into the seat. Okay, so maybe after years of Cartman mocking his religion he'd grown a bit defensive, but it really shouldn't have bothered Stan too much. He wore it during the SATs, big finals, and even during his road test to get his licensee. It was just something he had to mark the important moments of his life.
With that on his mind, he adjusted it a bit to work around his loose curls and tuffs of red hair, biting on his lip to calm the worry.
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 18, 2012 23:08:09 GMT -5
Stan got into the car. He reached over to grab Kyle's wrist when he saw him fussing with the yarmulke. "Stop. It looks fine," he said, letting his touch linger before pulling away to put the key in the ignition. He started the car without looking away from Kyle. "I just don't want people to rip on you more than they're going to anyway, tonight."
Cartman at least hadn't matured past tearing into Kyle for being Jewish, and he was always the one to get the biggest reaction. And though no one approved of what Cartman said, about Kyle or anything else, they never objected to his face. "Just forget I said anything. Sorry," Stan said, rubbing his face, "if someone starts something they'd be kicked out, anyway. I'm just...nervous." He smiled apologetically.
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Post by annanova on Jul 19, 2012 21:08:57 GMT -5
"Thanks," Kyle said dryly. He understood that sometimes Stan put his foot in his mouth when he was nervous, but Kyle was scared too. And unlike the raven he became easily agitated when nervous. But he attempted to take in a deep breath. This was going to be a wonderful night and he didn't want to ruin it by bickering over some stupid hat. He just wanted Stan to stand up for him, not the school board. "Look, let's just go, Stan? Please? No more fighting."
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